35. Adam
Adam
I t took herculean effort to leave my bedroom while Emily showered. Just picturing her naked body with bubbles running down her petite frame made me want to propose marriage. So I walked down the hall to Dylan’s bedroom to tidy it up to keep my mind off of Emily in my shower and my hands busy with something that doesn’t involve her body.
My dad-hearing was up to par when I heard her pad downstairs, as casually as I could, I walked back to my bathroom to shower. With my towel wrapped around my waist, I walk into my closet and pause when I see her bag on my closet floor. Seeing her bag occupying space in my closet gives me hope that one day more than just her bag will be taking up space in my closet.
Pulling on sweatpants and a t-shirt, I toss my discarded towel into the hamper and head downstairs.
My steps falter as I descend the last couple of steps when I find her curled on the couch looking completely at home in my home. Her damp hair leaves water on the hoodie she must’ve stolen from my closet. Seeing as it dwarfs her petite frame causes me to wonder if she’s wearing anything underneath. And when I walk towards her, the scent of my soap and shampoo requires me to adapt my breathing exercises I hadn’t used in years. Emily in my hoodie and smelling like me is taking every bit of willpower in me not to maul her.
Heading over to the bay windows, I pull the curtains closed to set the movie mood. Walking to the couch, I swipe the remote off the coffee table and take my place by Emily. She’s got a blanket settled over her lap and her phone in her hands.
“Who are you texting?”
“My best friends. They’re curious about you.” She tells me and throws her phone to the other end of the couch when she deems herself done with their conversation.
I sit back on the couch and prop my feet up on the coffee table. “What have you told them? And what do you want to watch? I have no clue what your movie interests are.”
“That does seem like something we should have covered. But I’m good with anything. Except for slasher films and war documentaries.”
“Okay. Gonna nix those from the list,” I joke.
Emily lightly shoves me. “But as for my friends. I’ve told them next to nothing.”
Nodding my head slowly to hide the disappointment.
“Honey,” she gently tilts my chin to her. “It’s not that I’m ashamed of you. I am so far from ashamed of you that it’s not even funny. Like I’m kind of obsessed with being around and with you. But I didn’t want to say anything to them until I knew for sure that this thing between us was worth pursuing.”
I grab her hand and kiss her palm. “I wanna meet them.”
“I know. I want that too.”
Satisfied with her response, I put on Transformers and settle in. Emily spreads the blanket over my lap and wraps herself around my arm. Leaning down I kiss her forehead and watch as the opening sequence fills the screen.
Emily watches the movie as if she’s never seen it. And she would have fooled me had she not quoted the movie line-for-line.
“Want some ice cream?” I ask Em when the first movie ends.
“Yes, please.” She stretches and mewls like a kitten.
“Is vanilla okay with you?”
She nods her head and pulls back the blanket to allow me the freedom to get up. I head to the freezer and pick out the almost empty carton of vanilla ice cream. Deciding against a bowl, I instead snag a spoon and warm up the ice cream as best as I can in my hand as I make my way back to the couch.
“You’re being a rebel,” Emily announces and lays the blanket back over my lap when I sit back down. She grabs the remote and presses play on the next movie.
“Hey. I didn’t want to use unnecessary dishes. And it’s almost empty so we can finish this off as the movie plays.”
“I guess I’ll allow it.” She vows and turns sideways, tucking a foot between my legs and eyeing the ice cream carton like it’s a winning prize.
“Should I be worried about you and ice cream?” I eye her suspiciously as I pop the lid off and place it on the coffee table.
“Absolutely not.”
“You didn’t even look at me when you said that.”
Her eyes fly up to mine. “Sorry. I just really like ice cream.”
I scoop some out on a spoon and hold it out for her. “In that case, you get the first spoonful.”
“And they say chivalry is dead.” She muses.
I feed her a scoop and then me. Going back and forth until a single serving is left. We eye each other like we’ll fight for it. I scoop the last of the ice cream on the spoon and hold it out to Emily. She eyes me warily. But this, feeding her ice cream, has been a delicious game of foreplay. Her mouth wraps around the spoon and when she releases it, I place the empty carton and spoon on the table. Grabbing the back of her head, our lips meet with my tongue seeking entrance.
Emily matches my energy and pushes me back, moving until she’s straddling my lap. The movie is long forgotten as the cool from her tongue gives way the longer we kiss. Since I surprised her on her last day of school, we’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse. Wondering who will be the first to break.
It was me.
I was the first to break.
My hand slides up her back and tangles in her hair. Holding her to me as we breathe each other in. Her hands slide down my torso and land at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it over her shoulder. She kisses me again before moving to my neck. Moving her body away from me as she slides down, paying attention to my nipples. Her tongue flicks the ring and my cock twitches against my thigh.
Her hand squeezes and rubs my cock through my sweatpants. I stop her before she gets any ideas.
“Baby. If my cock gets anywhere near your mouth I won’t recover.” I let her know as I pull her back up on the couch with me and kiss the frown on her forehead.
“You tell a girl you’ll claim her and then, nada.” Her breathing has deepened and her sole focus is on my mouth.
I quickly flip our positions. Laying her on the couch and settling between her thighs. My cock rubs her pussy through the barely there shorts I see she has on.
“God, that feels good.” Emily pants out as I rock into her core.
Her hands slide up my arms and wrap around my neck, pulling me down until our lips are a millimeter away. I wrap one of her legs higher up on my hip as my thrusts continue a steady rhythm. Erasing that millimeter of space I press my lips to hers. Our mutual groans of satisfaction when our tongues meet again is nothing short of spectacular.
My lips leave hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck. I run my hand down her torso and under my hoodie. Her stomach tenses as I run my hand up and grab a handful of her breast. Emily weaves her fingers through my hair as I trace a nipple.
Loving the sounds she makes as I roll her nipple between my thumb and middle finger.
Loving the look of pure ecstasy on her face as I keep up with my thrusts and the ministration of her nipple.
“Adam,” Emily whines out my name.
“Emily,” I taunt. I’m ready to burst, but I want to take this at her speed. Which at this point is nonexistent.
She pushes me back and whips the hoodie off her body. Emily doesn’t give me time to gawk before she pushes my shorts down my hips as far as my knees and the couch will allow.
I halt her progress and grab her hands in mine, putting them above her head. “Tell me what you want Emily.”
“I want you.” She states as she tries to break free from my hold.
Smirking, I flex my fingers around her wrist. “You have me. What else?”
“I want your cock.”
“It’s yours, baby.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers. Letting go of her hands, I pull her barely-there shorts down her legs and drop them on the floor. The smell of her arousal is a mind trip. She helps me pull my shorts off the rest of the way and then we’re both bare.
“Condom?” I remember to ask as the blood whooshes to my other head.
She shakes her head and my furrowed expression gives way to my confusion. “I have an IUD and I was tested at my last checkup.”
My brain short circuits at the realization that means. “Baby, are you sure?”
“More than sure. I don’t want anything between us.” Her hands frame my face when she says this. And I see nothing but complete and pure adoration in her expression.
“I’m clean too,” I tell her before I get lost in her.
My fingers go to her clit, teasing until she almost breaks the skin on her bottom lip before going down to her pussy to make sure she’s ready. And when I slide my fingers between her heat, I can’t help the groan that sounds as I bring her closer to the edge. I rub my fingers, which are coated in her juices over my cock and rub it through her wetness. Tapping the head of my cock to her clit before lining up to her entrance and sliding in halfway. I pull out, bringing us both to the edge over and over as her pussy tries to hold me in and then slide my cock inside of her.
“Adam,” she says on a gasp as I settle inside of her. I give her a few seconds to adjust to my size and the intrusion before she’s tapping on my waist. “Move.”
“Give me a second,” I groan into her neck. Reciting the roster for the Bengals calms me down enough to flex my hips into her tight heat. “Em, you feel too good.”
“Make me feel good. Make me yours.” She vocalizes in my ear and turns me to goo when she sucks my earlobe between her teeth.
Rising up on my forearms, I take her mouth in a bruising kiss and start a lazy thrust of my hips. Her hands roam over my back and nails dig into my shoulder blades. The pain mixes with the pleasure coursing through my body. My thrusts get more wild as the heels of her feet ground into my ass, spurring me on.
Hooking her knees around my arms drives me deeper into her body. Emily’s eyes are closed in euphoria, her chest and neck a shade of red.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Emily slowly opens her eyes, her gaze landing on me. This moment with her, the start of us, no more secrets and hiding or pretending like what this is between us isn’t real. Our eyes hold and convey so many words as I continue to thrust inside of her. The glazed look swimming in her eyes is one of pure lust.
I let a leg go and lean back down to kiss her. The movement has me sliding deeper and Emily moaning into my mouth as our tongues meet in a dance that we’ve somehow perfected. Her hands weave through my hair. Pulling the strands as I feel her inner walls start to quiver.
“Do you need to come, baby?” I ask against her lips.
Her pupils have blown wide as she whispers, “Yes.”
I rotate my hips on shallow thrusts, causing her breath to hitch. “Then beg for it. Beg to come on my cock like I know you want to.”
“Adam,” my name is a whine off her lips like the sweetest melody of a song unwritten. It’s almost enough to make me give in. To give us both what we want. “Let me come. I need to come.”
I lower my face until our lips brush over each other as my thrusts get longer and slower. “Rub your clit for me, baby. Come for me and take me with you.”
Her fingers move to her clit and brush the base of my cock as I continue to move in and out of her. With the swipe of her fingers against her clit, Emily’s moans of my name get louder until I feel her body seize up and then let go. The strength of her orgasm pulling mine out. Rising up, I hold her hips, thrusting erratically as I chase my own release and come on a roar.
I collapse on top of Emily, making sure not to crush her. Her walls are still fluttering around my cock keeping it semi-hard. I’m too spent to move and my body has relaxed as Em lightly runs her nails up and down my back.
Kissing her neck, I peel my body off of hers.
The forgotten movie playing in the background brings reality back into our bubble. I look over to Emily and see her still lying down. Eyes on the ceiling.
“Did I fuck you into unconsciousness?”
I see a slight movement of her eyes as she looks in my general direction. “Considering it’s been a while, maybe.”
“I’d say I'm sorry. But I’m really not.” Grabbing the remote for the TV, I turn it off and pull my shorts back up my legs. “Let’s head upstairs. I saw you eyeing my tub when we went up there.”
The smile she gives me is shy as if I wasn’t inside of her five minutes ago. I pick up her shorts and toss them to her, but she forgoes them and pulls on my hoodie instead. Pointing to my back, she reads my sign and crawls over, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist. Standing up from the couch, I walk us both upstairs where I don’t plan to let her out of my sight.